Till Abandon (12 page)

Can't it be both?
Voltaire asked.

Cock leaking, Blake shook his head. “No. Tonight I want to watch you sleep, while I hold you in my arms. We have all the time in the world for everything else.” Dipping the sponge between her legs almost made him regret his words.

Almost.

"And that's why I love you.” Voltaire yawned.

He dropped a chaste kiss on her mouth. “Scoot down so I can wash your hair."

She complied and he cupped water into his hands and wetted her hair, then shampooed the white tresses.

Fingers massaging her scalp, Blake found the strength to say, “Tell me about you and Ken."

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Voltaire flirted with sleep, the sweet sensation of Blake's nails on her scalp dragging her under, but her lashes flew open at her mate's hushed words. She caught the guarded look in his eyes, the almost indiscernible tick in his jaw.

She cleared her throat. He had a right to know why Ken had come after him.

"We had a sexual relationship that I ended before coming here."

Gaze glued to his hands as they worked in her hair, Blake said, “Define ‘sexual relationship'."

"You mean since I was a virgin when I came to you?"

Voltaire sighed and touched his mind. He was expectant but not angry, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"He was my plaything for almost a year. No touching, no kissing—my rules—only me fucking him. Any time. Anywhere."

She watched flames heat Blake's gaze, felt his fingers tighten in her hair. He wasn't hating what she said.

"For almost a year, I messed around with Ken, dominating him sexually without any give. I only took from him, without a thought for what he might want. Need.” She blinked rapidly. “I was scared. Scared because I knew you were out there waiting for me. And I knew you'd demand all of me."

Lifting her hand out of the water, Voltaire cupped Blake's jaw, forced him to meet her eyes. “What scared me most,” she whispered, “was that I wanted to give you all of me. I wanted it so badly. I couldn't reconcile myself to the fact that I—the Death Bringer—could need someone so much I'd never even met."

"And you had to prove your dominance, assert your strength.” Blake's voice was low as he rinsed the conditioner from her hair.

A lone tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away. “Yes, but it was selfish and wrong to use him that way. My actions came back to bite me—us. Hard."

"Was it the same thing with Remi and Czion?” Done with her hair, Blake wrapped her head in a fluffy, red towel.

Voltaire considered asking him what he knew about her tryst with Remi and Czion, but she only shook her head. It didn't matter. This was her chance to come clean about everything.

"I didn't do anything physical with them, I only watched as Remi and Czion got down and dirty."

Loud growls erupted from Blake's chest. His claws slashed out, tearing the plastic shower curtain. “You saw that fucking jaguar naked? I'll kill him."

Calm down, shifter.
She projected calm thoughts into his head, trying to soothe the animal chomping at the bit. “Czion only had eyes for Remi—I doubt he remembers I was in the room."

"He'd better not. I'd have to castrate him."

Laughter bubbled up and spilled out of Voltaire's parted lips. Blake narrowed his eyes at her, then promptly started chuckling.

"You're such a bad influence,” he managed between chuckles.

"Me?” she squeaked.

Voltaire raised her arms high as he lifted her out of the tub. She kissed his neck, nibbled at the corded muscles there as he walked to the bed and laid her down gently. Eyes closed, she sighed in contentment. She was where she was meant to be. In her mate's arms. Sleepy eyelids drooped. Blake rustled out of his clothes, then the mattress dipped and welcome heat draped all over her. Blake pulled her against his chest, hard and hot, his arms curled around her waist.

And they slept.

Voltaire would've accompanied her man to the meeting with the Elders, but she had to conference with the members of the Council to report on Ken. She held nothing back, letting it all out as far as her sexual relationship with the man was concerned.

The Council members all agreed they needed to do a better job of vetting their agents, but no one laid any blame at Voltaire's feet. A relief, since she'd already heaped much of it at her feet herself. She also had to reassure the Council that while she now had a mate, she hadn't completely given up her duties to them.

Her assignments would be curtailed, though—she wasn't leaving her man alone. The only time she'd leave the country was with Blake at her side. They immediately tried to get her to commit to another assignment in Texas, dispatching the leader of a rebel group of humans who planned on opposing the Para regime. She shut them down, recommending they send Saint instead. The deadly Japanese man would be ideal.

Now half the day was gone, and she missed her wolf something fierce. Their talk last night had formed an idea in the back of her head. She grinned, checking the clock on the kitchen wall. Plenty of time before Blake was due back—she could make a dash to town, buy some supplies. Voltaire grabbed the Ducati's helmet off a hook and headed out. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

When she got back to the apartment, the sun had set, but Blake wasn't home. She hurried to the shower, grinning all the while. Something told her the wolf would love the surprise—she knew him well enough to know she hadn't overstepped any bounds in her plans for them.

Voltaire felt her wolf the instant she stepped out of the shower. He stood in the bathroom doorway, chest bare, unbuttoned jeans riding low on his hips. She met his green gaze with a wink.

"Shower's all yours, shifter."

On her way past him, she squeezed one of his butt cheeks. He growled. She snickered.

"Go wash up. I've got plans for that ass."

While Blake showered, Voltaire laid out all the supplies on the nightstand, within easy reach. Done with that, she sat on the bed and rubbed lotion over her skin.

Hey, shifter, did you know this town only has one sex shop?

Blake inhaled sharply. She giggled like a giddy school girl.

What are you planning, Voltaire?

Even in her head, her mate sounded breathless.

Me? Planning? You'll just have to wait and see.

The shower shut off. She stepped into her get-up for the evening's festivities and stretched out on the bed, hands above her head, as Blake came into the room. The towel draped around his waist tented. His eyes went from her face to the thick cock between her legs. She palmed the rubber dick and watched her man shudder. Heat darkened his eyes and his lips parted.

"You want this?” she asked in a whisper.

His body already screamed yes, but she wanted him to say it out loud. He nodded, eyes glued to the cock.

"Say it,” she said harshly. Arousal rode her hard too, her pussy grew slick and achy. “Tell me."

"Yes.” Blake met her gaze, his expression hot. Hungry. “I want it."

Voltaire bared her teeth. “Come then—come and get it."

He tore off the towel and strode to the other side of the bed, his cock head glistening with pre-cum. Voltaire licked her lips. Blake slid into the bed next to her, lying on his back. Immediately, she pounced, turning to claim his lips. She slid her tongue over his, sucking him hard. He buried his hands in her hair, tugging, pulling.

She groaned into his mouth,
I'm going to fuck you, shifter. Sink this cock all the way up your tight ass, and when I'm done—when I've made you come all over my cock, I want to come all over yours."

The hands in her hair trembled. Blake's throat rumbled and his hips bucked against hers, trapping both cocks between their bodies. She rolled her hips. Blake's breath hitched.

Voltaire opened her eyes, met his. She tore her mouth away.

"I love you."

He grinned, taking his hands from her hair to cup her ass. “I love you too—now fuck me."

Winking at him, she slid down his body, dropping kisses on his shoulder, chest and licking his nipples. Once again, he curled his fingers in her hair, his hips bucked and his thick arousal swamped her. The dildo buried in her cunt had her juices flowing, her muscles clenching and contracting around it.

Voltaire kissed her way down Blake's body and paused when eye level with his cock. The thick organ pulsed, pearly drops of pre-cum dripping from the red, flared head as it lay across Blake's stomach.

Mouth watering, she flattened her tongue and licked from root to tip. Blake lifted his hips. She opened her mouth and swallowed him whole.

"God, fuck!” Above her head, Blake repeated the words over and over.

His cock in her mouth, she hummed while she fondled his balls. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked hard, tongue flicking out to tease the slit at the top. Bitter-sweet pre-cum flowed into her, sliding down her throat. She swallowed.

Blake yelled.

Hand me the lube, baby.

She circled his anus with a finger, rubbing the puckered hole, feeling it contract. Blake widened his legs, ass flexing as he snatched the lube and handed it to her. Still sucking his cock, she popped open the cap on the lube and smeared the stuff on her fingers. She put the bottle off to the side and pressed one finger to his opening.

Blake groaned. His hole opened and she eased inside, sinking in to the first knuckle. The ring of muscle clamped down, trapping her in the heat of Blake's body. She circled his cock with her left hand, sliding her finger deeper.

Tongue flicking over his cock head, saliva dripping down his length, Voltaire jerked him off as she added another finger to his ass.

Fuck, so good,
Blake whispered in her head.

Blindly, she reached for the lube, pouring the liquid over his asshole and working three digits in at once. His body tensed but her man thrust back on those fingers and she was in him, his heat singing her.

You feel so good, shifter. I'm inside you—can you feel me?
She wiggled the fingers carefully.

"Yes,” Blake hissed. “Feels so fucking good."

"So ride my fingers,” she coaxed. “Let me see you fuck yourself on my fingers, shifter.” Damn, she sounded drunk, words slurred.

Blake pushed down on her fingers, his channel tight, squeezing her. She moved her attention to his balls, taking one then the other into her mouth. Blake's musk—man, arousal and soap—teased her nose. She inhaled deeply, fingers searching, and finding, that knot of pleasure inside her man. Gently, she scraped her knuckles against it.

God! Fuck me—I want your cock in my ass, Voltaire.

Blake's hips sped up, the muscles in his ass tightened.

Shit! Yes, Yes.
Slowly, she pulled her fingers out, grazing his prostate once more, and got to her knees. She grabbed the lube and upended the bottle, drizzling the liquid down the crack of Blake's ass. Her man lifted his legs, hugged the back of his knees and drew them to his chest. He was exposed to her, at her mercy.

She lubed up the dildo and moved closer to him. Leaning over his chest, she stared into his eyes as she kissed him, wet, open-mouthed. He kissed her back, teeth nipping at her lips. Their mouths clung to each other until she broke them apart. Cock in hand, she brought the tip to his entrance and pressed in.

Blake gripped the sheets, eyes closed, and pushed down. The cock slid inside him on a smooth stroke. She kept pressing forward until her thighs were plastered against his ass cheeks, then she stopped.

Talk to me, shifter. Tell me when to move.
She brushed a hand over the taut muscles of his stomach.

His eyes popped open, dark green, pupils elongated. “Move,” he grated.

Voltaire pulled back and thrust in deep. Hard.

"God, yes! Fuck.” He palmed his cock, jerked himself off.

"Yes, do it. Let me see it."

She dug her nails into his thighs as she pounded into him, each move of her hips sending the dildo inside her deeper. Liquid slid down her thighs. Heat clawed her spine. “Let me see you come, shifter. Come.” She pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, angling her hips. Blake howled when she found the perfect spot. Arching off the bed, his cock erupted with frothy, sticky cum.

His orgasm triggered hers and she melted from the inside out, hips thrusting furiously, fireworks exploding behind her open eyelids.

"Fuck! Shifter, fuck!” Her pussy contracted around the dildo and she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood flooded her mouth.

Motherfuck, Blake.

Her week knees gave out and she collapsed onto his stomach. The dildo slid from Blake's ass and she fumbled with the straps before undoing it and flinging it to the floor.

Voltaire crawled up Blake's chest and mashed her lips to his. He closed his arms around her, tremors still making their bodies quake.

He slid his tongue inside her mouth, licking her teeth, the roof of her mouth.

That was amazing, mate. So amazing. I can't wait to do it again.

Voltaire circled her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Thank you for trusting me to be your first and your only.

He chuckled into her mouth, then broke the kiss. “It was only fair, don't you think? I'm the first and only man to fuck you. You're the first and only person to fuck me."

"It is as it should be."

She turned to the side as he slid his tongue down her neck then sank his canines in. Heat washed over her in a wave, making her pussy contract and drip. She rolled her hips and clutched at Blake's shoulders.

You're gonna make me come, shifter. What did I say about it being on your cock?

He reversed their positions in a blink, pressing her back into the mattress. “Your wish, mate, is my command.” He winked and bent to suck a nipple into his mouth.

Voltaire slid her fingers into his hair and closed her eyes, giving herself over to the pleasure.

I love you, shifter.

And I love you, Death Bringer.